A lovely specimen of beauty…

Yes, I think so. There is something about female beauty that makes a man feel good. What is it? Is it simply the rewarding of the pleasure centers of the brain? Perhaps. Or is it something a deeper, a more mystical and mysterious power? Is it God beckoning us males into the eternal transmission of life? Who knows.

All I know is that there is always something joyful in the sight of a beautiful woman. It never gets old, it never gets boring, and it is always satisfying. To see lots of pretty women throughout the day makes one’s day go by a lot faster. Mind you, I am not even speaking of trying to bed them. It is merely the sight, the vision, the loveliness of beauty that enchants the soul.

I feel sorry for those puritanical cultures in various parts of the world, as well as the American hag feminists who cluster in universities and the mass media, that are unable to appreciate such wonders of God’s creation. Actually, no, I don’t feel sorry for them. I despise and laugh at them for their ignorance and lack of taste. And by them I mean the American hag feminists, not those various puritanical cultures in difference parts of the world.

All I know is that the loveliness of a woman, whether seen in a mere image or walking down the street or actually in your embrace, is always something that brings me great pleasure.